Remember remember the fifth of November
The day when I gave myself bangs
Because I'd rather dismember
A kitten in a blender
Than listen to pseudo-phrenological harangues
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volume 1
"Blog" Readers of the First Order ("B"RFO):
- Mumsy
- Hargobind Khalsa
- John Uhr
Contents
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2007
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November
(28)
- Cave Monks
- 2 Vast 2 Spurious
- Bangs 2
- How the Walrus Got His Tusks
- How the Walrus Got His Tusks
- Well done
- Dispatches From the Buckland Basement: 1.8
- Turkeys
- So Juvenile and Definitely Not about Economics
- Things Teenagers Do
- The Bachelor
- Metacookie
- Philosophy Day
- My Week So Far
- Defensive
- WWMMD?
- Paranoia
- Excerpt
- Having Just Watched 'Stranger than Fiction'
- Revelation
- Disclaimer
- post 100
- Massachusetts
- It's Guy Fawkes Day, and the Pope is Still Dead.
- Since Democracy is Clearly Overrated...
- Monogamy and Rodentia
- This Star is Dedicated to Hargobind.
- Another Chance to Win
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November
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2 comments:
Please post a picture of yourself with bangs. And while we're on the subject of "bangs", will your novel include gunplay, shock and awe, blood and guts? I'm mean, if there's no sex at least there has to be violence, right? (Max wants to know)
Max won't be disappointed.
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